My parents were kind of goofy when it came to me bringing girls home. Mom would *ALWAYS* drag out the baby pictures which would just embarrass the hell out of me. Plus, almost on a daily basis, *EVERYONE* on all sides in my family would constantly ask me when I was getting married. This just drove me up the wall. One can only here "when ya getting married" approx. 300,000 times before something just snaps. They would also shower my girlfriend or any girl that was just my friend with attention non-stop whether it was good, bad, indifferent, or otherwise. It got to the point that if I cared for her, I would not subject her to the torture that is my family unless I was hell bent on trying to get rid of her. :firedevil:
So I got to where I just didn't bring women home to meet any of my family. Mistake. They got to thinking I was gay. I'd get the standard lecture from mom about it being ok if I was gay as they'd love me anyway. The other side of the family was a different story. And they made it clear as such.
So the not bringing any girls around my family made them suspicious about me being gay. It's kinda hard to explain to your family that if I wanted to keep a girl, that it's best if I don't bring them around. It also got to the point that I wouldn't attend family functions at all until I made grandma lay down the law to everybody that they were NOT to ask me when I was getting married, or I'd leave on the spot. It worked. (cause she wanted to see me :biggrin1
One fine day, I accidentally fixed all that. My dad was working construction near where I lived and I told him the back door was unlocked, that he could come over anytime and have full run of the house. It never occurred to me to let him know that work was called off one day on account of a water fountain that had ruptured during the night so there was standing water 2 feet deep all over. So I call my girlfriend to come over to play. My dad leaves work for lunch and comes over to raid my fridge. He catches me and her going at it on the couch, then leaves quietly. We never knew.
From that point on, the gay whispers stopped on both sides of the family. Now the "when ya getting married" thing hasn't. But it has slowed down a lot.
So I guess what I'm saying is: if you don't want your family to think you're gay, let one of them catch you in the middle of sex with the opposite sex. :biggrin1: